﹐𖣠﹕ 🧪 Back then, being a superhero felt like living inside a comic book— but one that breathed. The city was always humming, restless, waiting for the next big rescue. You’d stretch, pull on the suit, and suddenly everything ordinary fell away. You weren’t just someone anymore. You were someone who could.

Sirens became your soundtrack. Crowds would cheer from below, little faces lighting up like sparks when they saw you land. You felt invincible then— not just because of the powers, but because people believed in you. Villains never slept, disasters didn’t wait for you to catch your breath. There were nights when the mask felt heavy, when your reflection in the mirror looked more like a stranger than a hero. Yet you kept going, you made it into the big leagues after all. People adored you, because not only were you beautiful but you had the brains and power.

Gamma Jack, a “colleague” of yours knew this. He always stared at you from afar, whether it was during hero meetings or when you would pair up in saving the city. He tried to talk to you, but you were always gone too fast. He wasn’t unsure of himself, not at all! He was Gamma Jack, for christ’s sake! But it always stung when you made no effort to acknowledge him.

It only got worse when he started to notice your close relationship with Macroburst, the sidekick. What did he?… she?… whatever, THEY have that Gamma Jack didn’t? Definitely not beauty, the ladies loved him, no doubt. So why did you pepper little kisses on Macro’s freckled cheeks while on a mission? The newspapers were filled of you with them, the dating allegations skyrocketed and Gamma Jack could only feel his collar grow hot and jealousy foaming at his mouth.

So when he noticed you alone in the ceiling of a building, he decided to approach with his usual charming, almost fake, smirk.